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I know I’m very late on posting my end result.  Before I left to Maui, I was working about 12 hour days just to make sure I had everything done before my seven day vacation. Once I arrived to Maui, I did not have access to a computer.  After the vacation, I have been working non-stop until yesterday and today which are my first days off.  So now it’s here, the end of my journey. But really, it feels like the beginning of my new life because of what I have accomplished.

We arrived in Maui on Wednesday September 12 early noon. Maui is simply gorgeous and breathtaking. William and I were surrounded by beauty.  Everything was green, clean, and radiant.  It’s a beautiful island to visit.  Prior to the vacation, I had one of the most busiest months at work and was only able to get some quick runs here and there. However I was not as nervous anymore. I knew that no matter what, I was going to finish the marathon even it took me many hours to finish it.

Once in Maui, we had until Sunday to get excited for the marathon. There was one morning where we ran in the sand for probably two miles. Mostly every day we were active with something, either snorkeling, hiking, walking, or eating.  Saturday evening, we made sure to go to bed early since we had to be at the bus line at 3:00am. The marathon was scheduled to start at 5:30am on Sunday.  We woke up at about 2:00am and got ready.  I made myself eat some cereal as well. We walked to bus line walk awake. It was very early and I began to get tired.  I slept most of the bus ride to our starting area.  We arrived at the starting line at about 4:00am.  William and I ate a muffin and a banana for some fuel.  That’s when I decided to pay my first visit to the bathroom which was good because I did not want to go once I started running.  We then stretched and did some warm up routines with the crowd. It was pretty funny watching everyone do the same warm up routine.  Right before the marathon was going to start, I had to go to the bathroom again. So I took advantage of the opportunity and went again. Once I was finished, everyone had walked already to the starting line. William was the only one waiting for me. Lucky for us the marathon did not seem over crowded. I heard from somebody that the maximum count would be 2,000 runners.

We were now at the starting line waiting for the gun to shoot. I will still not nervous and was feeling pretty happy.  The sky was still was night and there was a slight breeze. Once the gun shot was heard, the crowds started to move and spread apart from each other.  William stayed near me the whole time. The plan was to start slow and easy and not run too much the first half of the marathon which is when we were going to get all the hills. I wanted to save energy for the end of the marathon. I felt confident and I told William that I wanted to finish the marathon in 5.5 hours.  I did not know if that was realistic but I was feeling good about it.

The first few miles went by quickly. We were running through the city and the residences.  At about the third or fourth mile, the sky was turning gray and there were some clouds in the sky. It was nice to run this early and watch the sky transform.  We walked some of the time but mostly kept a steady running pace.  I started to look around at the runners to see who we can possibly run by.  There were couples, seniors, a lot of Japanese runners (the marathon was sponsored by Japan Travel Bureau) and not a lot of young people. Most runners looked like they were in their thirties.  There was a loud annoying couple that we kept passing by that did not seem to get along, there was a girl with a lot of curly hair that looked like it was her first time running, and there were some fast walkers.  A nice range of runners I would say.  My left leg was very tight. My hamstrings had not been stretched out properly so I was running with a lot of tightness on my left leg.

At the 6th mile I was still feeling good except for the left leg. We stopped a few times to stretch it out hoping it would help.  William and I found a fast walker who we over heard saying that he usually finished his marathons in about five hours, at the latest five and a half. So we decided to run around him so we wouldn’t fall behind. It seemed to work. Anytime he started to creep up behind us, we began to run and once we were ahead of him, we would walk a bit. I did not want to get tired early in the race. William and I were both very excited to be running with each other.  I think it was one of our most exciting moments. We talked about all kinds of things during the run and I think it was good for us.  I’m one lucky gal to have him around!

At about the tenth mile we started to slow down. I started to get hungry and I wanted a piece of a banana but none of the stations had bananas, they had oranges.  I knew that if I had a piece of orange, I would probably go to the bathroom again. After the 12th mile, there was a water station with bananas, yay!  I had a piece and felt better.  We finished half of the marathon in two hours and 37 minutes.  Not bad since I had done my Montecito half marathon right under 2.5 hours. We were not so behind but I knew that my legs were getting tired.  The muscles on my left leg were no longer tight but now it was about endurance.  I knew that I was going into the hard part, the part I had not really trained for.  After the 13th mile, my bowels were moving again and had to go to the bathroom bad. There were porta potties at each water station and I finally saw one that did not have a line at about the 14th mile.  It was so disgusting in there.  It looked like there had been some accidents in there from previous runners.  I did my business not fast enough and I started to gag because of the smell. It was also very hot in there and it seemed I started to take a shower in my own sweat. This was probably the only bad experience of the marathon-using the potta potties. So gross.

Once that experience was over, William and I ran a bit more. We had lost our fast walker that we were supposed to pace it with.  Once we reached the 15th mile, I had to walk. At this point, we were walking and running right by the ocean. It was a beautiful view but it just started to get very hot. We made sure we drank water and Powerade at each station.  After the 15th mile, the marathon was becoming more difficult to run and we had to walk more. The sun was beating down our necks and the feet were becoming numb.  I did not know what I was feeling in my legs but just knew that I did not want to stop.  I was disappointed in myself for walking but William reminded me that it was not about the time, it was about finishing.  He reminded me that this was more than just a marathon, it was about not quitting and proving that you can do anything you want in life.  This helped my attitude. We passed through more miles and I felt like I started moving slower. Once we reached about 20 miles, I was beat.  I couldn’t get myself to run again so we tried to walk fast.  My goal of 5.5 half hours was turning to 6 hours.  My miles went from averaging 10 minutes, to 15 minutes, to now about 20 minute miles. We finally reached Front Street and only had about four miles left to go. We passed by the Banyan trees and the shopping strip that we had previously visited. People were cheering us on and yelling “you can do it!” I felt like saying to them Why don’t you try it? I know I was just being cranky because I wanted to finish. It was the longest and slowest four miles to go.  I would say that this part was the hardest part because your body does not have anything else to give and now it’s just up to your mind to keep you going.

We started to see our destination two miles away. I was not excited yet. I was not going to be excited until I crossed the finish line. The finish line was at the Westin Hotel, our neighbor hotel to where we were staying at the Hyatt Regency.  About less than a mile to go and we were almost there. We started to see runners that were already done and leaving and were still cheering us on. We got closer and started to see the finish line so out of nowhere we began to run together holding hands. I don’t know where I got the strength to run but we did and ran the last portion before we crossed the finish line.  We got laid by seashells and got our medal, finally!!!

I don’t know if I have ever experience something this hard. There have been some beastly mountain hikes I have taken but this was different. It was a great victory that I thought I never could possibly accomplish. I never thought myself as a runner and here I was, crossing my first marathon finish line with the love of my life.  Running this marathon is the start of a new chapter in my life.  Since I have read Born to Run and finished this race, I have decided to make some changes in my life in the way I eat and live. I want to live simple, eat less and better, and continue running.  I want to continue being physically active with new obstacles and run another marathon someday.  I have new positive perceptions in life and I want to continue inspiring people to push themselves to their limits. It’s a great outcome.

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Getting injured during training can be very frustrating.  After I ate it on June 12th, the training became a little difficult.  The next day after my knees were badly bruised, my body was very sore and especially my back. I think it’s because I hit my left side of my body against a wall as I was falling down.  I felt like I had been in a car accident. Luckily it was my rest day and I had also made an appointment with my chiropractor. I went to the appointment after work and I described to my chiropractor my fall and she said that I had been whiplashed.  I receive a 50 minute massage well needed!  At one point I fell asleep and snored a little. It was relaxing. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a massage.

The following day on Thursday was my my 4-mile run.  I thought I was going to be ok with it but it was very painful on my knees. They were very swollen and it caused me to stop a lot and walk instead. I still managed to finish the run in 42 minutes.  On Friday I went to work and my knees hurt the whole day.  Friday was supposed to be a 3-mile run. After work I decided to instead take a walk instead of a run. What I did not want to do was to baby my knees too much but I also knew that they needed to heal. At this point my left knee had a huge scab that cause my skin to tighten up. It hurt every time I had to straighten my leg or bend it.  I was able to walk to Fresh and Easy which was about a total of two miles.  It was the first run I’ve had to skip since I started my 16-week training. I was bummed about it and worried that I was not able to run over the weekend.  Fortunately Saturday was a rest day and relaxed the whole day.

Sunday the 17th was my first seven mile run!  William and I wanted to run it in the morning and not wait around. We had oatmeal in the morning and by the time we got out of the house it was about 10:30am.  The day was clear and sunny with a nice California breeze.  Immediately when I started the run, I felt very heavy and tired. It wasn’t necessarily my knees that were hurting, it was just very difficult to run.  I wasn’t even lasting a mile without stopping! William was way ahead of me and did not seem to be having the same challenges I was having. I didn’t know why it was so difficult. I was so tired.  Then it started getting hot and felt that this run was taking forever!   The run was towards San Pascual and instead of stopping by the trail, this time we had to run to Arroyo Blvd and stop at Madeline Drive and come back. I didn’t realize that Arroyo Blvd was an uphill.  I was in hell!  This has been the worst run ever.  My body was rejecting every second of my run!  William was not being soft on me either. He kept pushing me (which I think helped me finish it) not to stop.  On the way back, probably on my fourth mile, I got very emotional and teary-eyed.  Too many emotions started running through my head and felt very frustrated and restrained from everything.  What a painful run.  My knees also began to hurt and felt like they were very swollen.  I don’t know how I made it back home but finally did. I didn’t even complete the seven miles. I only accomplished  6.23 miles. I don’t know what went wrong this time. Was it the time of day? I’ve been running only in the evenings after work. This one was my first morning run in a long run. Maybe I didn’t have that much energy in the morning, but I had my oatmeal!  Maybe it was the heat getting me tired.  I don’t know. I just know that it was awful! I was very disappointed with myself.

My fourth week of training started on Tuesday the 19th.  My knees were still bothering but I felt I did not feel I had room to slow down, especially about going through that dreadful run on Sunday.  It was only 3 miles on Tuesday and knees did begin to hurt by the end of the run. It was very had to run downhill.  My knees were getting pounded on the downhills and I don’t think it was helping the healing.  Wednesday was rest day and Thursday was five miles that I did a lot better.  I still had to stop to rest my knees from the pain but did manage to finish 5 miles. My running has been looking good now!

 

Tomorrow will be my first 8 mile run.  I’m a little nervous and I need to make sure that it’s nothing like last Sunday.  I hope I do better!

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Yesterday was the beginning of my third week of training. I’ve been very excited since I started the 16-week training schedule and proud to be done with two weeks. Yesterday was supposed to be an easy three mile run. I came home late from work yesterday and was not real motivated to run but knew I had to get it out of the way before it became any later.  William decided to run with me and also carry 5 lb weights with him.  The great thing about this point in my training is that my runs are getting easier.  It used to be difficult for me to start a run. My legs would feel heavy and it would take me about ten minutes to adjust. Now when I start a run, I feel great and can easily finish the first hill of my run without any problems.  So the first five minutes of my run yesterday, I was feeling great and pumped up.  My pace was nice and steady.  William realized that it was more difficult than he thought to carry weights with him but managed.  I started to throw punches in the air like Rocky style to  motivate him with his weights and to do something different in my run. I figured why not?  My cardio was steady and I was having fun with it.

I think I have mentioned how uneven the sidewalks are around my neighborhood. There are a lot of trees on the sidewalks causing them to create little stacks of concrete throughout the area or hills.

 So far I’ve been careful not to trip over any but yesterday was different.  As I was throwing punches in the air, William was running right behind me. Then it happened. My foot got locked in one of those cracks and I flew forward.  Everything after that happened so quickly.  I flew forward in full force and started to land. My knees hit the concrete first, then my hands landed on the ground. I didn’t stop there, my body still was going forward so then my left shoulder hit the wall that happened to be there for the house in front of us.  And then my left side of my head hit the wall.  I felt like a church bell where all of of sudden I had been banged up for the seven o’clock hour.  I laid there  shocked and saw William coming towards me with his weights.  Everything hurt and was I was shaking.  Or maybe my head was still vibrating from the crash to the wall. I kind of wanted to cry but I did not want to.  I did not want to be a baby about it but at that moment I did not know how to feel. My knees were pretty banged up and I didn’t want to get up right away.  Immediately William wanted me to go back home to ice my knees. I became angry at the streets!  Stupid streets!  Why were they so uneven! I was already almost up to a mile into the run and then this happened.  So we started to walk back towards the house.  A few minutes into my walk everything started to hurt. William felt really bad for me because he saw everything happened. He described it as being slow motion and saw the order of each body part hitting something and had no time to help me. Not only that but I was loud!  My bones are loud! We remember hearing each body part hitting something.  It was like if somebody had dropped a trash bag full of bones out in the sidewalk. That was me.

William was just happy that it was not worse and I did not have any fractures. It was just bruises and scratches.  We finally made it back home and we iced my knees for a while.

I then felt the pain come afterwards but I know it won’t be that bad.  My head felt better  afterwards.  I was disappointed that I did not get to finish my three miles.   I guess I still cannot throw air punches and run at the same time. Stupid sidewalk.

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The only time I was really tired was right after the Merrel Mud run on Sunday. I took about  a two-hour nap after taking a shower.  Monday I woke up with full energy and stayed home to clean and organize the house. The whole day I was moving around and ended the night by going to to the LA Clippers game!

Today I woke up just fine but was tired by 5pm on the way home from work. I knew I wanted to run because this upcoming week is going to be busy and did not want to get behind like I have in the past.  I’m also having knee pains on my right knee. My knees are a little scratched and bruised from the mud run on Sunday. William gave me some stuff to numb my knee while I ran.

I decided to do a quick three mile run just to be able to do something and aim to run five miles tomorrow after work hoping my knee is not hurting anymore.  So I started my run and played my iNano to some Astronomy by Metallica.  It’s the perfect song to start your run because it starts slow and about a minute into it, the guitars and drums start going crazy and gets my heart pumping.  The knee pain didn’t really go away but I pushed myself to run and the music in my ears was helping.  The last half of the three miles was painful on my knee. I had to walk the last tenth of my last mile because the pain was getting worse.  I ran three miles n 29 minutes. I came home and William put frozen fruit on my knee and here I am blogging on the couch.  Hopefully tomorrow I do better.

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